MTL - Lie Huo Jiao Chou-Chapter 130

Sheng Lingyuan froze for a moment, subconsciously holding his paw, laughing and laughing: "What are you doing?"

Xuan Yuan was like a sensor switch. He was very sensitive. He felt a little resistance and immediately stopped.

I do n’t know if it is the light or the feathers on the wings ... or maybe a little distant moonlight splashed on his face, his eyebrow crested looming, and after a short while, it faded, leaving only a pair of people to see at a glance I felt a thrilling eyebrow, because the undulating outline left some shadows, and a little more delusional melancholy.

Then he pulled back and smiled as if nothing had happened. He blinked at Lingsheng Lingyuan, the lights on the Ferris wheel lit up again, and the cubicle rising to the highest point was slightly shaken, and it was going to descend slowly.

"Remind you that you are dedicated to your job and work, your devil, do you look at your buddha, like that? You are not tempting me."

When he said this, the hippie smiled, but the palms of his hands were stirred up with cold sweat, and he fell cold when he encountered the night wind.

His skin was cold and his blood was burning.

He longed for Sheng Lingyuan for too long, and he was so frightened that people who were frozen and froze did not dare to burn the fire, and those who were extremely hungry did not dare to eat dry food-Xuan Ye had never dared to indulge, for fear of losing control. He crushed his mind so hard that even sympathizers would not notice it. He stumbled to learn what ordinary couples look like, pulling Sheng Lingyuan slowly to explore in the red dust.

Only at the moment, Abyss's life was on the line, he had a hunch that he was running out of time, and his heart was lost for a while, leaving a hint of "boldness".

However, even a little setback can dry out the two milliliters of courage that he managed to cope with, so Xuan Yuan intends to pass the joke around casually: "After a while, I will take you to the Housing Management Bureau and the Civil Affairs Bureau. Anyway, I have everything in my dream. It's better to realize all 50 of my list, even if I emigrate to the crematorium tomorrow, I will have enough. "

As long as he seriously enjoys this hallucination and does not look back at his three thousand years old, he feels that he has no regrets.

After all, "the past can't be ignored."

Xuan Yuan has always thought about it.

In this way, he said "enough book" in his mouth, thinking "no regrets" in his heart, and he has turned his attention to the delicious and fun things that appear to be floating. From body to mind, he is all happy. A little flawed.

But this is a fantasy world of gods, not like superficial empathy. The reason why monsters can easily deceive people is that once a person is drawn into a fantasy, the mind is like an open mussel shell to the magic that weaves the fantasy. As long as it is shaken, the monster can see the deepest thing hidden in the heart— — Even if the depression has been deposited for too long, the parties themselves will not notice it.

Sheng Lingyuan didn't know what he felt, and his hands suddenly trembled uncontrollably, making the surrounding music change the tune as the vocal cassette, suddenly and far away, the Ferris wheel just moved a small angle, and it was completely stuck. All the lights disappeared in the distance, leaving only Xuan Yuan's wings that had not been collected.

The world became silent.

Xuan Ye glanced out heartlessly: "Your Majesty, your business is really unskilled, and this session of Demon is too paddling ..."

He didn't finish talking, and turned back inadvertently, his voice stopped abruptly, and he stared blankly at Sheng Lingyuan-Sheng Lingyuan's long hair that was casually tied into the crown. It was his own thin sweater that had disappeared and turned into a heavy and cumbersome emperor's dress.

Then, the ferris wheel that played like fun was gone, Xuan Xuan's feet were empty, and then he fell to the ground. He didn't know what was put on by Sheng Lingyuan, his wings were forced to retract, and his clothes were heavy.

But Xuan Ye didn't bother to take a closer look. What he felt, the whole person almost shuddered.

A warm incense from the ancient palace ran into it in this way, and with a squeak, countless palace doors gradually opened in front of him.

The palace lights shook him so much that he couldn't open his eyes-this is the palace he has walked through countless times.

Sheng Lingyuan took one of his hands and was covered by a wide sleeve, Xuan Yuan was dragged away by him, his mind was blank, he stumbled like a half body, and came to the empty and silent bedroom.

The hall was almost drowned by red candles. At first glance, it was almost noisy, and even Sheng Lingyuan's face was a little bloody.

"Yi said, I want to sacrifice the Quartet and marry you through the door," Sheng Lingyuan replaced with Yayin, who hadn't said it for a long time. There was a fragrant case in each corner of the hall. The green smoke went straight up, as if it could really reach any sacred place. "This is the demon body that is against the sky. For the heaven and the earth are intolerable, the gods of the Quartet do not have to come. Each worships an incense and talks about it. Tell me, etc., from now on In the future, the current patriarch of the Nanming Suzaku family is mine ... "

Before his "Ju Ci" was finished, Xuan Yuan was pushed into the gauze tentatively, and Bai Yuzhen bumped into a rattle, smashed ice, and a thick and thick robe sleeve spilled a pillow.

"Too arrogant, Your Majesty ... too arrogant," Xuan Yuan said with a trembling voice, "Aren't you afraid of being condemned?"

Sheng Lingyuan sighed: "It's been suffered, this‘ condemnation ’is quite heavy ...”

His epilogue went out with the temple candle.

This time, there was no frost wind in Duling Palace.

Hongmei had been walking from Her Majesty's palace to the front of the Sword Furnace Hall, fierce like the undulating spine of the thousands of godbirds in the Nanming Valley, and the moon was darkened.

Fu tanned again.

Even if it was plainly spread out that this is the illusion, the big devil who weaves the illusion next to him has been a part-time guest guest "anti-addiction system", and sinking is still inevitable.

The thick black mist wrapped around him, flushing the 3,000-year-old memory shaved by the nibbles from beginning to end--

In Shengshi Qingge, the sound of firecrackers was deafening. The carriage and horse came home with a wanderer, and the song building was empty. The fire-keepers in the game became cold and rubbed their hands alone to warm the lonely wine. Sheng Lingyuan directly tore through the memory He politely took his only half bottle of Tusu wine as his own, and laughed away.

When the teahouse gavel just sounded, Xuan Yuan was hearing the enthusiasm. Someone beside him suddenly pulled his earlobe. When Xuan Yuan turned his head, he bumped into his family's unwilling smile. Unexpectedly, he quickly covered his ears and blocked them. Can't help but the **** told empathy, "Finally, the book was born or dead, and the lady remarried."

Sheng Lingyuan also picked up the depths of the cold and depressed Chiyuan, set up an elegant listening room in the stele forest like a mass grave post, and then the elegant person held a stove to read in Xiaolu, and the inelegant was in Xiaolu The roof was covered with sunflower seeds, and one acre of sunflower fields was finished. The tongue could not bubble. I accidentally dropped the skin of the seeds into a small furnace. It broke out and almost pinched my hair. I tried to escape and I was beaten down and pulled. The ground fur is inserted into the hair furry that is bereavement and humiliation ...

And most importantly, every time Suzaku bone is broken, someone holds his hand tightly, accompanies him to hurt, accompanies him torment, and keeps him until he wakes up again, and then rebuilds the burnt Xiaolu Over and over again.

Sheng Lingyuan also pulled out Dan Li's "Qian Yao Tu Jian" from the source of Xuanyuan's memory-a version with few pages that had not been burned by the Akabuchi fire once and again. One by one, he supplemented the lessons he slept in when he was young.

With a flick of his fingers, Xuan Yuan could hardly distinguish where reality was and where dreams were. He opened his eyes and saw a beautiful layer of frost on a bronze tripod deep in the Biquan Mountain. When he encountered another body, which was against his hands and feet, he even had a soft soul.

On the crow, Xiao Zheng was about to break his throat. Only then did the crow know what was wrong, and suddenly he planted it and turned it into a specimen on the spot. Nothing happened to poke him. I had to give the crow first aid.

Xuan Yuan ’s intellect just recovered a little, and the crow kicked his legs: “Alive, do n’t be too busy ... what happened?”

"The excavation of the Biquanshan Tomb was unearthed from an earthquake. At that time, it was suspected that the earthquake was not ordinary crustal movement and was caused by abnormal energy, but in the end, it was not found out what the source of the abnormal energy was. The person in charge of this matter It was the former director of the aftercare department ... Gong succeeded. "

Xuan Yuan: "Hey?"

"Before Gong succeeded, he had been bizarrely unconscious and was an important person involved in the Jinghua Shuiyuedie case, so in the special care center of our bureau, we just received news that people were missing."

"You don't even know if you lost someone on the bed?"

"No," Xiao Zheng said, "Gong Chenggong has always been in a vegetative state, and the nursing home has only put on surveillance, and no one stared at him 24 hours-the surveillance showed that he was lying well that night before the headquarters building accident. Then, people suddenly turned into a piece of wood, and the monitoring showed that the time was exactly the time when the tree at the headquarters was chopped by lightning. "

"What special ability is Gong success?"

"Gong Chenggong is not a registered special talent. The reason why he worked in a foreign control bureau was because his father was a person in the system when he was alive," Xiao Zheng said. "Curiously, his father was not special talent either. Gong The successful father was recruited at the earliest time when the Exotic Control Bureau was established. He was one of the founders ... that is, a member of the Mutual Aid Society. Isn't the Mutual Aid Society a small private group capable of holding a group for warmth? What is he doing? -Wait, I take a video call, our people have arrived at Gong Chenggong's home ... what ?! "

The crow shook her hair and flew to the computer.

I saw Gong Chenggong's home as a small townhouse. At first glance, it was very rich. It can be seen that these years, I have borrowed mirrors, flowers and butterflies to collect money.

"There is movement upstairs," the field crew said in a low voice to Xiao Zheng. "Let's go up ... there is a smell of blood in this room."

Xiao Zheng: "Be careful."

Several field staff crept to the attic, attached the abnormal energy detector to the door, and the detector remained motionless. Then the field workers exchanged their eyes, and the head-headed force pressed the door **** with one hand and twisted the whole door panel. Down, the field staff collectively lifted Mithril and rushed in—

"What ... ghost?"

I saw that there was no light in the attic. The beams and walls of the house were covered with snake-like vines. The room was empty, with a fragrant case in the middle, where a wooden sculpture was enshrined.

It was a woman, but not the silent Meng Xia in Xuan Yuan's impression.

She glanced up at the door with a smile on her face. She was clearly a woodcarving, but if there was spirit, she could **** in the human soul.

Several field agents watched her stay at the door for a moment.

Xuan Yuan was surprised at first, because she felt that the goddess looked somewhere familiar, and then reacted to something, and turned her head abruptly.

"Well," Sheng Lingyuan sighed. "No wonder people say that I have only a three-point portrait with my father, it's no wonder that Chen's never willing to look at me ... I really wouldn't take advantage of it."

The goddess features six or seven points like Sheng Lingyuan's, and the expression of laughter is almost the same.

Although she has never seen her, her identity is almost ready to come out—the demon princess in the chaos that year.

Sheng Lingyuan's biological mother.

At the same time, Biquan Mountain shook, another mountain fell, and the firefighting and alienation control helicopters of the surrounding area retreated quickly.

On the broken helicopter, an observer put down his telescope and hesitated, "I think there is something on the mountain."

"That mountain has been burned into a hot pot, of course there is something! Then you can't see the fire?"

"No, it's a rock that appears underneath, like a human ..."

The entire humus and plants on Biquan Mountain have been turned into ash, and the sand and stones pressing on the surface have rolled down, exposing the bluestone below--

The whole mountain is a huge statue of a goddess.

Bluestone didn't know what material it was, but it wasn't afraid of this evil fire, but it burned more and more clean. Only the goddess's eyebrow flashed with Mars, which was exactly where half of Luo Cuicui, who flew from Abyss, bumped into it.

At the same time, in the eyes of Suzaku Totem, the aftermath was busy soothing the people's emotions with reverberation sounds, and the field workers next to them didn't feel idle, and continued to hit the mutant plants that grew out of the big pit. Mutated plants have no brains and regular attacks, although they are very strong, they are quickly penetrated by field personnel.

As soon as Ping Qian had returned, she heard a cheer from the side, and then a loud noise—the field staff uprooted the mutated tree of teeth and claws.

When a field service saw her come over, she took off her protective helmet and shouted at her, "Sister, we can't be better ..."

The cheering around came to an abrupt end, and the frightened field stunned, looking back at the eyes of colleagues--

I saw a complex circle of sacrificial rituals at the bottom of the deep pit, surrounded by a strange and beautiful statue of a goddess, buried underground there for thousands of years, but did not touch the dust, and smiled at him meaningfully.

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